Tkhkot

In a land far away, where stories unfold, There lies a village, with tales untold. Tkhkot it was called, in days gone by, A place of wonder, under the sky. De jure in Kalbajar, it's said to be, But de facto in Martakert, for all to see. A village of mystery, a curious place, Where borders blur, with a magical grace. Tamaşa, they call it, in Azerbaijani tongue, A name that's new, like a song unsung. Perhaps it's changed, or maybe it's gone, But its spirit lives on, like a golden dawn. No mention on websites, no trace to find, Yet Tkhkot lingers, in the hearts of its kind. A village of dreams, where children play, In the fields of imagination, every single day. So let us remember, this village so grand, With its name in question, like shifting sand. For in our minds, it will forever reside, The village of Tkhkot, where dreams collide. Random page: VK Vismaya